Poetry

Pat Schneider – The Patience of Ordinary Things

“It is a kind of love, is it not?
How the cup holds the tea”

– Pat Schneider


The first time I read this poem by Pat Schneider, it was like opening a window to the realisation of the love and support I received from everything around me. If ever there was an antidote to the idea of a hostile world against which we are perpetually opposed, it’s this. The acknowledgement of a fundamental calm, the respectful patience of the ordinary things that wait to receive us and serve us in our day to day, without asking for anything in return. The volumes we can learn from this quiet form of love, and the nourishment that can be received if we are open to it.


The Patience of Ordinary Things

It is a kind of love, is it not?
How the cup holds the tea,
How the chair stands sturdy and foursquare,
How the floor receives the bottoms of shoes
Or toes. How soles of feet know
Where they’re supposed to be.
I’ve been thinking about the patience
Of ordinary things, how clothes
Wait respectfully in closets
And soap dries quietly in the dish,
And towels drink the wet
From the skin of the back.
And the lovely repetition of stairs.
And what is more generous than a window?

Pat Schneider (1934-2020)



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